(I used to read Huxley for breakfast!) Say! Before I got through with my argument, they walked out on us. Well, I just looks at the bartender and he looks at me, and then we laughed like hell.

I’VE TRAVELED SINCE I GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL, and somehow that’s contributed to my suspicion that it’s actually become my work.

One should, in short, always split the courtly message into an M1, made up of a literal signification and having the Lady as a referential object; and an M2, referring to joy alone and whose sign is the song but also the excess of meaning, the "more-than-meaning" brought in by indefinite syntax, paradox, or metaphoricalness in the very vocabulary. The referent of M2 is paradoxical at the very least, for, as the joy of song, it finishes off the incantation in the very process of the subject of the utterance act in his performative jouissance. Is this an apotheosis of narcissism? Or is the acknowledgment, beyond the confusion of references ("she" is often, for the troubadour, the song [which is feminine in French] as well as the lady), of incantation's conveying a meaning in motion that the linguistic uttering could not possibly assume: precisely the meaning of involvement, of loving identification. "I dare not speak, unless in song," the Châtelain de Coucy said.

Please let me go. It hurts me so much to even write that, but there is no other way. we will destroy each other if we don't stop.  
When I was last in texas, and I was leaving for the last time, I prayed with all the feeling i had that you would be protected. I hope it works that way and you are.

God Creating the Animals of the Universe